No more all-you-can-eat buffets,
No more forcing smiles.
Wealth disappeared, despair rates skyrocketed,
Worries ebbed and flowed.
The Thing makes us go crazy,
And dances us on its knee!
But good days are inching closer,
To sew us back together.
On God's green earth,
We will flower.
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